Cold Weather! Baby News! It’s All So Exciting!

Here’s hoping everyone is staying warm. Our own weather is a bit chilly [we started off the day with 8 degree wind chills, to the chagrin of every Southerner], and I know it’s only worse the further north and west you head. Brr.

Here’s to coffee! And tea! And hot chocolate!

Really, anything warm that you can think of that will feel cozy in your belly. You go for it.

We are more than surviving. The schools called a two-hour-delay. While I rolled my eyes a bit [because I’m all Midwestern-tough AND judgmental], it was nice to be able to sleep in. We made waffles & bacon, and leisurely got ready for school. I won’t complain about an extra two hours sleep. Never, ever.

I had an appointment with the midwife this week …

[Full stop: For those who don’t/didn’t know, we’re meeting with midwives again for our delivery. We did with the previous two when we lived in KCMO, and really loved our experience. The ones we’ve delivered with have full hospital privileges, and therefore deliver there, in this instance at MUSC. We like that they’re a bit more focused on the natural side of pregnancy & labor, but can also keep my thyroid issue in check, do routine lab work, and if there’s an emergency, can call an ob/gyn in to do their thing. Too each her own, though, too each her own.]

… everything looks peachy. If you missed our big announcement last week, we had our big deal, 20 week Anatomy Scan. She looks perfect, down to her Mighty Milner button nose. The tech said she looked as perfect can get, that I looked good, and if you missed the focus of female pronouns, we’re definitely having a girl.

Sophia, Dr. M, and I all thought ‘girl’ from the very beginning. We had zero science to back up our claim, and all three pregnancies have included copious amounts of morning sickness, so there was nothing to distinguish it. Still … we all thought it. And the tech confirmed it. I waited until I got home to find out with them. I totally wanted to cheat & sneak a peek.

But I’m a grown up, and I didn’t. We opened the envelope together, and saw the note “Girl!” Sophia was definitely thrilled, and wants to share a room with her as soon as possible [that may change, once she arrives – who knows what type of personality she’ll have]. Gabe still just jabbers, points at my stomach, and occasionally says “baby, baby, baby”, which is wickedly sweet in its own way.

This means we can officially deviate away from “It” and “Baby” and “Li’l Bean”, as we know a pronoun. And as long as her sex doesn’t change before delivery [and based on the photo, I’m pretty sure it won’t], her name will be Pearl Noelle. Pearl was my grandmother’s real first name, even as she went by Leavern for most of her life. This is a wonderful, bonus baby and Dr. M & I thought it appropriate to recognize & honor our grandparents who won’t have a chance to meet her. And to be quite honest, we just love the name Noelle. We realize it means ‘Christmas’ and she’ll be a May baby, but we’re really okay with all of that.

We’re just excited all around over here, even with the plummeting temperatures. And now, to go walk in those freezing temperatures to get our blood pumping. We’ll see how much Gabe loves the cold, given that he shivers at 45 degrees. He’s from hardy stock, though, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he ended up loving it. Because he is one cray, cray, dude, to be sure.


He better be glad he’s so cute

Sometimes [and it is only sometimes] my kiddos exasperate the hell out of me. I mean, we have a two-year-old. It comes with the territory, so I try not to let my ire rise too far out of control.

Right now, our battles over bedtime have hit a new crazy high. We combined the kiddos together in what was Sophia’s old room back in December. For a week, it was a novelty. Gabe thought it was awesome to share space with the big kid, because he after all is a big kid himself. He napped, he went to bed, they didn’t fight [too much] – Dr. M and I high-fived each other and walked away with a smidge of gloat on our shoulders.

Then, Week Two. Now the entity that is my bonkers son refuses to nap easily, sometimes skipping days and making our evenings hellish. The messes he/they made were ridiculous. The fights over the shared items in the room could be heard from the street.

And the nights – oh goodness, the nights. I’ll give them some leniency regarding their behavior this week, considering we’re adjusting from awesome-times-it-was-amazing-to-stay-up-late-every-night-during-vacation to boring, old school [in the words of Sophia]. Still, we’re leaning into the ridiculous over here. Last night, they pushed bedtime back to 9 o’clock, in the name of extra bathroom runs, request for milk, and [specifically from the toddler] loud spurts of crying for … well, anything. Mama, Dada, milk, water, crackers, more books. You get the picture.

We were at the end of our rope, not to mention it was my own dang bedtime. [Yes, pregnant women who have to get up at 5:30 go to bed at 9. No judging.] Finally, they were officially settled, they slept and I headed off to bed.

I went in this morning to get their day started, and this, sweet friends, is what I see. Oh goodness …


What you may not initially see is Sophia’s head at the top, mostly buried under her pillow. According to her, he snuck over there after she had gone to bed, curled up with the duck quilt, and put himself to bed. Whatever works, friend, what works.